After presenting the spiritual offerings, approximately more than two thousand members of the Human Race were brought out under guard.
These people appeared emaciated, their bodies adorned with whip marks, and most of them had despair-filled eyes.
"Birdmen, one day, my Human Race will definitely make you kneel and beg for mercy."
"I don't want to die!"
...
The martial artists of the Huantou Race, guarding the human slaves, raised their claws and attacked.
"Our ancestors loved your flesh and souls the most."
"Just obediently become the sacrifice."
"Sacrifice!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the martial artists of the Huantou Race quickly pounced on the human slaves and began the slaughter.
The priests of the Huantou Race, crouching beneath the Divine Statue, chanted spells with excitement.
The blood qi emerging from the slaughtered humans quickly twisted into a vortex, as if their souls were being sucked away, flying towards the colossal Divine Statue.
